My intention with this blog is to provide you with a cool, sexy place where you can relax, have fun and indulge your sexual fantasies. I want to arouse you, to excite you, to free your imagination, to take you all the way to delicious orgasm. I want to make you wet. I want you to come, urgently, intensely, with gorgeous abandon. Enjoy yourself, have fun, and if something in here excites you, I'd love you to leave a comment - be as wild and graphic and lustful as you please - in here you're amongst friends xx

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"Ah, you see, when you mentioned you felt like a voyeur, I had this image of you behind a dark curtain that you could partially see through. In the other room that you are looking into are high piles of large silk pillows. There are candles and low hanging lanterns. The walls are draped with silk, and fluttering from the ceiling are opaque curtains.

"Around the floor are the women you please with your thoughts, your wonderfully sinful words. And we all recline there in various stages of undress, reading your thoughts, openly masturbating. In some corners, the women are together, kissing and touching, pleasing ourselves with whispers of your stories. Moans, screams and slick sounds fill the room. And you watch behind the curtain, your hand on your cock, stroking yourself until you cum over and over again."

Watching you come...

"Masturbate for me." My words drift over you, soft and lustful. You can almost hear your own heartbeat. You're wet, immediately.

You know we've been leading up to this, you know what a voyeur I am. There was an unspoken sexual tension between us at the bar when we met, each of us engaging in polite conversation and small talk, but behind the conversation we both knew where it was leading, and we both knew what I wanted of you.

You knew my passions and interests very well: you'd been exploring my archives late at night, touching yourself, masturbating gorgeously to my words, bringing yourself to delightful orgasm time and time again - and you knew what would happen if you met me. You knew what you wanted to happen.

There would be sex, of course. You'd made it very clear that this was what you wanted, what you needed from me. You wanted to be fucked, to be taken. You wanted me to make you come, again and again. And you knew I'd be only too happy to oblige. But you knew, also, that I'd want my own needs satisfied. You knew that I'd expect you to please me. And knowing my pleasures, my tastes, so intimately, you knew that it might begin like this.

"Masturbate for me." The sentence is spoken quietly, softly, my voice calm but firm, a playfully lustful smile on my face. In the bar, the small talk had been quickly discarded, the conversation moving towards the sexual, our words commencing the foreplay, our bodies sending subtle signals to each other, until I spoke with a soft whisper: "Come to my room." You took my hand, and allowed me to lead you upstairs, your heart beating faster, anticipating the pleasures to come.

Until here we are now, sat on the bed, my gaze wandering over your curves, sensual kisses shared, my hand in your hair, asserting my authority, drawing you closer - and you know it's about to begin. You want me to take you, to take my pleasure from you. Each kiss is a surrender, your body melting into mine. You need to be fucked, need to feel my body moving against yours, need my hard cock pulsing deep inside you, need me to come, and to come, and to come... deep inside you... all over you... marking you with my lust.

"Masturbate for me." This is what I need from you. This is how I decide to take you. I see your blush, your nervousness, your feigned reticence. Already half our clothes are scattered around the room. Your hand has already grazed lustfully between my thighs, through my pants. You know I'm erect. You want me inside you. You need to be fucked.

"I want to watch you first..." I reply, softly. "Masturbate for me... I want to watch you come..."

Your heart beats a little faster. To be watched like this, in such an intimate act... you see the smile on my face again. I clearly know this is going to be difficult for you. This, of course, is the whole point. Clearly, I intend to make you my slut.

"I've never... not in front of someone else..."

I merely smile, leaning back on the pillows facing you, watching you, my fingertips drifting over the buttons on my pants, unfastening them one by one.

You watch, your breath quickening, your gaze following my hand as it slips inside my trousers, a sudden pulse from your clit as you see my cock for the first time, emerging from inside my pants, fiercely erect, throbbing in my hand as it glides up and down the length of my penis, stroking myself as I look at you.

"Do it..." I breathe, "touch yourself for me... I want to watch you come..."

"Couldn't we fuck first...? I just... god please... I need you inside me..."

"Come for me..." I reply softly, small wet sounds coming from my cock as I stroke myself, watching you, my eyes dark with lust. "I want to watch you come... show me what a little slut you are..."

You groan gently, my words still soft but firm, and already you know you'll do as I ask. Your skirt slides down your thighs, your panties tugged down too, dropped on the carpet, nervously discarded. You're naked now, in front of me, naked and wet, and I've still barely touched you.

You need me to touch you, need my fingers there on your clit, rubbing, stroking, but I'm not to be swayed. First, I want to watch you. I want to watch your body bucking and writhing on the bed, want to see the way you touch yourself. Want to see you surrender to your orgasm, for me. For my pleasure.

And as my hand glides harder along my erection, watching you, needing you, you know that you want this too. You need to come for me. Your body aches for it.

And as you surrender, no longer able to resist... your fingers rubbing, stroking, faster, harder, your thighs wide apart, displaying yourself to me... your cunt dripping its warm wetness onto the bed as I watch... exposed and helpless with lust... only for the briefest moment does it occur to you that you're mine now... my slut... my whore...

and as those words drift through your head... such a slut... masturbating as I watch... such a dirty little whore... it's all you can take... your fingers skid faster... harder... and you surrender completely...

I hope you'll keep exploring, Artemis - there's all kinds of pleasures to be discovered in here, and I'd be delighted if I was able to make you come - just be sure your flatmates don't catch you, though ;) x

Oh Roger, I swear you must've been in the room while this very conversation took place between a new playmate and I a few years ago. So very hot. It still makes me throb. Feel free to catch my blog at mycocktales.blogspot.com. Thank you for the wonderful story.

It is difficult for me. You know that. You love making me blush, and stammer, and squirm, knowing how wet your words make me, how your gaze makes my cunt clench hard, aching and spasming.I can't believe how easy it is for you to do this to me.So wethard to breathe nowplease...[am I really begging?]pleasei can't help myselfneedso wet hot oh gods please please pleaseunnnnnngggggggggggg yesy esi a mi am oh goddssscommmmminggggggd

mmmm fuckk... I've missed you Emme, it's so very lovely to have you back, especially when you come for me so eagerly and delightfully... and I adore it when you beg for me... such a delightful little slut for me, I love that... xx